Jesus Light

O sleepy native, Serenader
Anticipated when the raiders invade
A Saracen for those on hot crusade

They were bangin’ the silver spoons
I was beggin’ to hear some tunes
Played through the night and day
Angels of mercy sang
Glow, Glow Jesus Light

Pure line of David
Why so hollow?
Heart amputated
By the halogen blade
For me it’s plastic virgins on parade

True lovin’ is hard to find
Unless of course you got a name in mind
In our case we’ll find a way
Ankles and elbows sway
Glow, Glow, Jesus Light
Shine right through the night

(When you’re on, well it’s all right)

Maybe my tongue is dumb
But how would they know?
‘Cause I’m still suckin’ my thumb with
unlimited soul
Maybe my mind is dull
But oh my eyes are bright

Well, you didn’t think that I would be that strong Did you?
Didn’t think that I would be that strong
Didn’t think that I would last this long
Now did you?

Here’s my apartment
He forgaveth
Even (Eve in) the garden
Was a haven for snakes
For me it’s cool, for most it’s too risqué

Sunday mornin’ and I feel fine
I was risin’ in the nick of time
Woke at the crack of two
At least I have faith in you
So, Glow (Glow, Glow), Glow (Glow, Glow)
Jesus Light
Glow (Glow, Glow), Glow (Glow, Glow)
Jesus Light
Glow (Glow, Glow), Glow (Glow, Glow, Glo-r-ia!)
Shine right through the night

Produced by Dave Palmer and Dave Monsey.
Basic tracks produced by Carter Albrecht and Salim Nourallah.

Country Living

Oooooo
Every time I take a step outside
I expect to feel a pain in my…
Pink feet from the needle of a pine.

And you know that I’m a baby to cry
But, did you ever stop to wonder why
Those little things make such bigger things
When the past is overemphasized?

So no more country livin’
‘Cause we’re too smart for that now.
There’s still some things I’m missin’:
The cats on the prowl
The crazy eyed cow
The muddy kitchen
Oh, oh, oh country livin’!

There’s a feelin’ that is deep inside
Every time I’m in the car and ride
Right down the lines of 35
To a name that I want you to know
Half a friend and he’s half a foe
‘Cause the winter things, murder pretty things
in the season sick with suicide.

So no more country livin’
‘Cause we’re too smart for that now.
Still some things I’m missin’:
The gunpowder smell
Of the empty shell
The smoky whistlin’
Oh, oh, oh country livin’!

Kentucky is a good place for apartments
And Mass. is good for wine
Ohio is a street I never mention
And Indiana’s mine!

So no more country livin’
‘Cause we’re too smart for that now.
Still some things I’m missin’:
The way you smile
As the sun speared through the cloud
And you raise your arms to pull your hair back
And you shivered as sweat ran down your side.

Oh we never felt satisfied
‘Cause we were always preoccupied.
Was it freedom that we were given
or just ...oh, oh, oh, country livin’?!

Produced by Dave Palmer and Dave Monsey.
Basic tracks produced by Carter Albrecht and Salim Nourallah.

Rome

Unless the end is worth the price,
I’m holding on to the wrong advice.
They’ve seen the film, they know who dies,
From the projector with the hazel eyes.

Well, Rome is not a movie town
And heaven isn’t really high.
They’ve taken all the statues down
And painted all the posters white.

They gave a promise it was made of steel.
When it turns to butter we can take a slice.
We’ve seen the comet and its fiery tail.
How can it be burning when it’s made of ice?

Well, hope is just a comedy,
And laughter just a way to breathe.
Maybe it’s a remedy
For everything I believed.
For everything I believe.

I thought the proof was trapped in celluloid.
The voice behind me says I’m paranoid
Because my baby’s kept me up at night.
Well, all I had to do is learn to rock ‘em right.

Rome is not a music town.
And hell is for the frozen few.
One thing that I know is true.
It’s why I gave my heart to you.
There’s nothin’ else that I could do.
There’s nothin’ else that I could do.
OHHH!

Oh, oh, oh.

Produced by Dave Palmer and Dave Monsey.
Basic tracks produced by Carter Albrecht and Salim Nourallah.

Rivers Into Rum

Every word that’s spoken...
Is a fancy piece of fiction.
Until your heart is broken...
And then becomes the contradiction...
Of the stuff make-believe is made of...

Oh it’s always something... Tells me...
I am so fond of slow and gentle torture.
I’ll gladly have another
To temper with my temper
In graduating measure
That starts with malice and then
ends in delight.

So you turned the rivers into rum.
You turned the oceans to cream
And the shores to cinnamon.
My well was filled with turpentine.
But, now it’s overflowin’ with wine, honey wine.
It makes all things look bright.
Brighter than the strength, of every star,
that’s in your sky... tonight.

The rivers save the heathens
And the oceans had their treasures.
The shores endure the seasons
And offer up their pleasures
To the seekers who will search forever.

Oh it’s always something... Tells me...
I am the one
Who changes without reason.
Leaving any lover
To follow any other
Whose hands can change the water
When water isn’t what I’m thirstin’ for.

So you turn the rivers into rum.
You turn the oceans to cream
And the shores to cinnamon.
My well was filled with turpentine.
But, now it’s overflowin’ with wine, honey wine, wine...
It makes all things look bright.
Brighter than the strength, of every star, that’s in your sky... tonight.

When You’re Younger

When you’re younger, you live forever.
A pirouetter. a floating feather.
A minuet on your clarinet,
And colorful chaos on the TV set.

When you’re younger, the feeling’s stronger.
A triple threater, An Emo rocker.
A cigarette in your silhouette,
Forgetting the cancer,
Forgot the cassette.

I’ve got music in my ears.
But now I’m older
And follow orders.
I keep all my channels clear.
‘Cause now I’m older
And follow orders.

I promise you, you can change the world
And they’ll just change it back again.

When you’re younger,
You think you’re smarter.
A hotter lover,
A flaming martyr.
A pioneer on a new frontier,
You’re combing the campus
With nothing to fear.

When you hunger for something better
A future leader, a true contender.
A new career, of a mouseketeer
Well cry all you want, ‘cause it’s already here.

Chorus: I’ve got music in my ears...

I promise you, you can change the world
And they’ll just change it back again.
I promise you, you can change the world
And they’ll just change it back again.

When you’re younger, there is no never.
And no distinction, whatsoever
Of how it was and how it is,
And how much longer ‘til you’re part of the biz.

Chorus: I’ve got music in my ears...

I promise you, you can change the world
And they’ll just change it back again.
I promise you, you can change the world
And they’ll just change it back again.
I promise you, you can change the world
And they’ll just change it back again.

Produced by Dave Palmer and Dave Monsey.
Basic tracks produced by Carter Albrecht,
Salim Nourallah, and Dave Monsey

Jesus Is Alive
(and Living in London)

Jesus is alive and living in London.
His best friend William was briefly married
to my cousin.
She took a writing course at Cambridge and
was captured by his eyes.
Now she’s back in Oklahoma with her new life partner Becky.
Oh, her mother won’t admit it.

The apostles’ names are different now
So are techniques of salvation;
Like how Becky saved my cousin from a
lifetime of deception.
But we’re all still close to William
And share eternal fascination
With the circle that he runs with and their struggles with temptation.

We hear that Reggie is a future saint
And Ian’s much like Paul.
Yeah, Ringo was a Beatle too, but that’s
not the Paul I meant at all.
And Leon is a French ex-pat, but they let
him hang around.
‘cause like William, Ian and Reggie, he’ll buy
you a pint if he sees you down.

And they all work together with a hand full of other guys
Giving hope to all the hopeless and spreading
truth to fight the lies.
And you’re welcome to their temple for the
endless fish and chips

And a Guinness when you’re thirsty.

And once there came a woman to the bar
With a brassy reputation.
As sordid jokes were tossed her way, the tellers caught damnation.
As Reggie turned the table over, Ian choked them with their ties
And William has a punter’s kick and gave them their replies.
And Leon then apologized to all the standers-by
As the bartender held the woman’s cheek and smiled into her eyes.

Well I know there’s many other tales
Where they give their hearts for free
In this world of misery
That’s held together loosely by the Jewish guy they just call Jo.
Well that is just one theory about the way things go…

And if I was a rabbit
I’d nibble on a carrot.
Maybe I’m bored to death.
Maybe it’s a habit.
I’ve said it before,
There’s nothing to be done, ah-hah.
I’ll say it again,
But that all depends.

Chorus: Come back, to me...
Well there’s a lucky dog
He found something to do.
And time goes faster
When he dances for you.
Well cancel that thought, he lost his hat;
Ain’t it a shame when he discovers that?
Now jerk him around and give him a kick
To where it’s warm and dry and they crucify quick.
Come back!
Oh, Come back!

Since I can remember
What I can remember.
I’ve been tryin’ to talk to you
Underneath the twilight.
Behind his veil of gentleness ah-hah.
The knight is charging and he’s pumping his fist, ah-hah.
Time might stop in the tick of a clock
Just when you least expect it.
I’m just a sheep in your aimless flock.
How can you redirect it?
How can you resurrect it?
When can I expect it?

Chorus: Come back, to me...

Produced by Dave Palmer and Dave Monsey
Basic tracks produced by Carter Albrecht and Salim Nourallah

Carter Albrecht - Guitars, Vocals
Dave Palmer - Keyboards

Sparrows

At least you can realize you’re lonely
It’s not like you’ve fallen from the sky
It’s not like you’ve lost your one and only
Well maybe it’s not your time to fly

Someone lost their way
Landed on a roof top
Waited there to vanish in the smoke
But that day never came
So he built his nest and was home again

I’m so lucky you know my name
I’m so lucky you feel the same as I do
I’m so lucky you’re not ashamed
I’m so lucky you share your love with me too

Well there was a sound that I was sold on
And maybe it’s something you just heard
The nights would rock and the days would roll on
How do you know I’m like that bird?

Someone lost their way
And stood there in the moonlight
Screaming ‘til he’s silenced with a choke
So cast me out of clay
and clap your hands and I’ll fly away

I’m so lucky you know my name
I’m so lucky you feel the same as I do
I’m so lucky you’re not ashamed
I’m so lucky you share your love with me too
Oh, thank you

Produced by Steven Collins and Dave Monsey
Basic Tracks produced by Carter Albrecht and Steven Collins.

The Sign

“It’s up here on the right”, she says
As she slips her keys out of her patent leather, black-market purse.
Her car was still parked in the twenty minute loading zone.
Because her clothes and her hair look like
yesterday’s wear
She hopes only to be seen by strangers.
And she opens her door with the uncertainty
of being alone.

Searchin’ for a sign.
I’m searchin’ for a sign of life
in this heart of mine.
I’m searchin’ for a sign,
searchin’ for a sign.

Her apartment is clean, if you don’t count
the closet.
She’s been livin’ there way too long.
She goes straight to the shower, intending to change her reflection.
And as the water beats down on her
soapy shoulder,
She mumbles a sad set of words: “Is it good to
be me, or should I go another direction?”

I’m searchin’ for a sign.
Searchin’ for a sign of life
in this heart of mine.
I’m searchin’ for a sign,
searchin’ for a sign.